I recently posted a list of things I was learning. I had already been thinking of doing some writing on the topics and once my pastor encouraged me, it was a done deal.
I must first preface these things with what led to me finally grasping the necessity of them. There is a common underlying theme in the bible that a lot of pastors shy away from because it is not the cheeriest of messages.
Psalm 18, Philippians 4:13, Matthew 5:12 and likely more verses than I will ever know have a common theme. God is our way through some really crappy times. I am not talking about a flat tire kind of crappy time. I am talking about the type of things that claim the life or soul of those that do not have a way through them. I am talking about things that change you on a foundational level. I am talking about tragedy.
Through October 13th of 2016 the greatest tragedy I had faced was the death of my father. Yes this was hard but I know that there are many who have a harder time than I did with that. My father and I were never close. He was gone most of my childhood and adulthood. He missed 11 straight birthdays and the first one he had the chance to be around the family after that, he decided it was not worth an hour drive to be there. So while there was some pain (still is but that is centered around my ego and not the loss of him) it was not as deeply felt as someone who could say that their dad was their best friend…. or a friend….. or even someone they really knew.
October 14 2016 is the day all that would change. This is the day my life would truly turn to shit. I lost everything that day including nearly my life. That was the day that my wife and I separated with no chance of reconciliation.
As I tell this story I will be detailing my part, my sins and my rock bottoms. Heather’s part of the story is hers to tell to whomever she wishes whenever she wishes.
We have been married since 2002. Honestly we were never on the most stable ground as we did not have the firmest foundation to build upon. But I will not lay all these things out, that is another tale for another time. I will take the 5 years leading up to this.
The biggest contribution I made to this event was not controlling my anger….. ok not anger: FLAT OUT RAGE. I was very much like Banner/ Hulk. I could switch at any time. I created an environment where my family had to be fearful that my anger would manifest at anytime. This had been a growing problem for sometime but it really got worse the last few years. I see now that I abused my family emotionally, there is no other way to say it. I refused to accept that I needed help and I hid my problems from the rest of the world. My closest friends, mentors and family had no idea.
If you are doing either of these, stop it. Get help, let people in. Not so they can judge you (like I thought they would) but so they can help you. The enemy is tricky that way, he uses our ego against us to keep us from the help we need.
Long story short, after 15 years and a sharp progression, or more accurately regression, of my rage. My wife had enough. I cannot blame her. Up to that point I had given her a thousand justifiable reasons to leave me over the years.
I never thought this would happen. I never imagined a life that did not include Heather and now it was being forced upon me. My facade had been shattered. Suddenly people started seeing the truth behind the mirage we had presented. Honestly I even started believing some of it myself which also kept me from taking it serious when my wife sobbed begging me to get help over and over.
So this period of separation was the catalyst for a period of the most tangible and deeply seeded change I would ever encounter. I have changed more in 10 months that in 15 years of marriage and even in 38 years of life. The story is not about 3 months of hell, it’s about the other side, it’s about the person I’ve become since.